What about Bob? Glauber's NFL Blog

It happens at some point nearly every single day:

You're minding your own business when someone invades your space as if you weren't there.

You could be driving down the highway in the right lane and someone is tailgating you.

Or standing at the supermarket checkout stand and the person behind you bumps you with his or her carriage. Again and again and again.

Or walking through a crowded airport when the person behind you is so close you can smell his or her breath.

It is impossible to avoid these times, especially when you live in a place like the New York metropolitan area.

But I've come across a saying given to me by a friend a couple years ago that comes in handy at times like these. And the words can apply to just about any and all situations that arise. I must have been complaining about one of these scenarios to my buddy, who I met a few years ago playing soccer.

Warren said simply, "Bob, it's their world. You're just living in it."

I think of that phrase often, and it helps take the edge off the annoyance that invariably flares when a fellow human is not as considerate as I'd like him or her to be.

So when the tailgater appears as if he's about to hit my rear bumper, I simply say, "It's his world, Bob. You're just living in it." (Then, of course, I tap on my brakes to get him the hell away from me. Just a tap makes them back off every time.)

Or as the woman with the baby carriage ran up the back of my leg a few months back at 34th and 7th, and simply walked off as if nothing had happened - even after I'd said "Owww!" - "It's her world, Bob. You're just living in it."

Or as the guy behind me at the airport security location huffs and puffs as I take out my laptop for inspection - as if moving ahead of me will be the difference between making his flight or spending the rest of his life in the airport: "It's his world, Bob. You're just living in it."

Or the middle aged guy on my train a couple months back who was talking on his cell phone telling his wife to pick up the prescription for Viagra because he liked it so much the other night.

Or, of course, the guy at the health club who doesn't find the need to wear any clothing while standing at the urinal.

Repeat after me, Glauber Nation: "It's their world, we're just living in it."

(I know, this is goofy stuff. But it's either that or giving you the heights, weights and 40 times of draft-eligible players you have never heard of. I figured I'd offer something a bit more useful in every-day life.)